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Anton very much enjoyed the fact that he couldn't feel any indication of a bra underneath her childish sweater. It made her chest easier to feel and grope.

The bulge in his jeans began to get uncomfortable the more he fondled her breast and the more she let her hand wonder around his thighs.

"This movie might be the weirdest thing I've ever gotten hard around..." He admitted as Jennifer Connelly approached wore a dress with very big sleeves and David Bowie sang to her in enough eye-makeup to put a drag-queen to shame.

Anton had to fight the urge to throw her onto her back and fuck her right then and there.

But he restrained himself, allowing the foreplay to continue. It seemed the more they teased each other, the better the sex would be.

He remembered when he was young, he would wrap himself up in thick wooly blankets on hot summer days, getting his body heat to unhealthy temperatures. He'd sweat and sweat, but then he'd emerge from the blanket and jump into the ocean.

It was like the hotter he had made himself, the better the cool, rolling water had felt.

Her fingers ran through his hair, admiring how smooth and straight the strands were. She hadn't been with a lot of white men and it was little things that were different than her husband that she liked about them.